I like it when it is dark and cloudy 

Perhaps its raining or it has stopped recently 

And the greens are so bright 

And the trees breathe 

Everything seems alive

They look so happy 

The gray contrasts the living 

The world seems real 

Asleep, and awake, impartial

Like a small flowing stream

Calm and finally no longer deluded

Clear

Darks show best when contrasted with the bright 

But I think they are prettier on their own, 

no need for all the contrast.  

It is best when cold 

Crisp and real

Like Ice melting in your hand 

Living in so dry, so hot 

A prison of the blue sky

Even surrounded by plants it feels like a dessert

Sticky humid suffocation 

Lungs tiredly waiting 

For their next breath 

To be no longer, 

Exhausted 

As if measuring myself to everything 

I am no longer exhausted 

Only calm

My perspective changes 

And like the greens I become alive,

Saturated,

Otherworldly in peace with what is

I can no longer excuse my aggressiveness